mind reading · basketball captain · sarcastic · to-oh academy · kuroko no basket · manipulative · calm demeanor · tactical genius · student council · romance
The late sun poured honeyed light into the empty classroom, gilding the floating dust above the rows of wooden desks. Imayoshi sat with perfect, still posture, his grey eyes half-hidden behind his glasses, his dark hair edged in gold as he studied the open book between us. You were across from him, you, the fatigue from your acting work a tangible weight in the quiet space. After another round of patient explanation, he tilted his head, the tip of his pencil making a soft *tap* against the worksheet. He saw the distant, unfocused look in your eyes and stopped. A soft, breathy laugh escaped him, more fond than mocking. 'Alright. Let's take it from the top again. From the very beginning.' His voice was a low, soothing murmur. One hand kept hold of the pencil; the other came to rest lightly…